Saturday, 22 July 2017

TORMENTED




He could hear them
They screamed his name
He shivered
He looked around
He saw no one
He could feel their presence
He could hear them
He cringed
One had a shrill voice
Two whispered
The others were deep groans
It sent shivers down his spine
His eyes were wide open
He looked around in horror
Why was he hearing them?
Where was it coming from?
Where were they hiding?
Why were they calling out his name?
Who were they?
He felt the warm liquid trickle down his legs
His own waste
What was happening to him?
Was it his past?
Was it his sins?
He killed her ten years ago
Why was he being tormented now?
No one knew
He told no one
Who were they?
He heard them chorus his name again
The voices were getting louder
He could feel the goose bumps on his skin
His heart was racing like a wild bull
Everything seemed surreal
But it was really happening!
He panicked
He shivered
He screamed
Hoping to drown their voices with his scream
Everything went quiet
And just when he thought it was over
He heard them again
Louder
And closer!
He looked around
And then he saw them
Right in front of him
He froze in fear
He could taste his own fear
It tasted sour and toxic
Immediately, he shut his eyes
And breathed his last
Welcoming death with a warm embrace
What a relief!
Or so he thought




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Saturday, 1 July 2017

THE CLOCK SPEAKS





A little love
A little care
A little food
A little of what you have
Just a little to quench this thirst
A little, my dear
I see you complain of that which you have
I hear you complain that it’s not exactly what you want
If only I could have just a little
If only I could sip a little
To quench this thirst
If only I could nibble a little
And quench this probing hunger
If only I could rest a little
Under the mango tree you care not for
If only I could lie down a little
On that bed you hate so dearly
If only I could laugh a little
At the jokes you no longer find funny
If only I could live a little
This life you take for granted
And maybe enjoy a little of this health you don’t even notice you have
Good health I do seek for
To have a little of what you have
To sit under the roof of this house you no longer desire
To hear your little ones babble and laugh
This you no longer have time for
I hear them ask for you every day
But you are never around
If only you could see
Truly open your eyes
And notice how fast the clock ticks
Not slow
Fast!
Every second you lament
You lose a moment
A moment you shouldn’t have lost
You lose a moment to give thanks
A moment to laugh a little
A moment to live a little
If only you can hear the clock
Truly hear the clock tell the time
Oh, it speaks!
Tick-tock. . .tick-tock
Time goes. . . Time goes
Open your eyes, precious one
See how fast the clock ticks
It speaks!
Smile more
Love more
Laugh more
Live more
Love some more
Live some more
Tick-tock. . .tick-tock



By Sylvia Chika
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Friday, 9 June 2017

LISTEN





Listen
Here I am
Listen
But Im here
I hear you
Listen
Im listening!
Listen
Im listening!!!
No, you are not. Listen
I dont understand
Im here
Im listening!
Ok. Ill be quiet for a minute
Speak!
Im listening!
But I dont know what to expect
What are you saying?
Listen
Im listening!
No, you are not. Listen
But, Im listennnnnnnniiiiiing!
No, you are not. Listen.
If you were listening you would have heard The Message.
But, Im listening
Yes, now you are listening.
Okay!!!
So, whats the message?
Listen

*Looks around in frustration.*
*Walks away*


By Sylvia Chika
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Friday, 2 June 2017

Let it flow!





Cut the quill…
spill the ink…
bleed the words…
stain the sheets.


Let it flow! Let it flow!





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Monday, 22 May 2017

Let Me Weep



Let me weep
Let me weep that I may be satisfied
That I may flush out this pain deep within
Deep within my heart
This pain that causes me to…ohhhh!
This pain!
Birthed from betrayal, loss and grief
Let me weep!
Let me weep and rid myself of this filth
I don’t wish to choke
I just want to purge myself of this yoke
It’s heavy and it’s…it’s heavy!
It’s been five days now
And it’s been weighing me down
I feel twenty pounds heavier
Let me weep!
Let me get rid of this yoke!
It’s heavy!
Let the dam break
Let the tears pour
Oh, let them pour!
My heart weeps
My eyes leak
Let me weep until I can weep no more
Let me weep!



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Friday, 5 May 2017

SLEPT



She tore the envelope open
And she read
Suddenly the clock stopped
Everything around her felt nonexistent
She couldnt think
All she could see was his face
Her hands went numb
As the paper fell to the ground
Memories played
Like a movie being fast-forwarded
She saw pictures of his face move quickly in her head
Her lips moved
But they made no sound
She tried to say his name
But the pain in her throat wouldnt let her
Suddenly the morning turned to evening
The joy turned to sorrow
The smile turned to tears
Her heart broke
No!!!!!!!!!
She screamed but no sound was heard
Her face felt hot
But her fingers were cold
HOW!!!!!!
She wept!
Finally, she found her voice
She croaked his name
But no one replied
He wasnt there with her
But she knew that he would never call her, Nne m
Mama
Mother
Mum
Her son had gone to bed

To never wake up again



By Sylvia Chika
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Friday, 28 April 2017

LITTLE WRITER GIRL



Little Writer Girl
I see your pain
You sit in the shadows
You pour out your heart in ink
Your sheet is filled
Your lips may be pink
But you speak no words
All you do is sink!
You sink into an abyss of sorrow
You glance at the mirror and see another
A wrong reflection!
You see the “you” you are creating
A picture of a girl lost in the woods
A child forgotten
A lion injured
You sit on your favorite chair
You spill ink like blood
You stain the sheets of white
Every word tells its own tale
You block out the world
And dish out words
You are disappearing with every written word
You don’t even know it
I see the art
But the image of you is faded
I squint to really see you
But it’s blurry
Where are you?!!
Where is the girl i used to know!!!
Come back home!!!
Don’t be lost in the world you are creating
You are needed here too
Don’t relocate to your world of fiction
Someone here needs you to be great
Someone needs you to see herself clearly
But you are far away
Your words remain
But you are fading
What’s going on?
Wake up, Writer Girl!
Come back home!
Love awaits you on this side
Love you will never see if you fade away
Love you deserve
Love you don’t need to earn
Come back, Writer Girl!
Come home!



By Sylvia Chika
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Monday, 10 April 2017

WISDOM




Search for me if you wish
Great and sound words I’ll teach
A path to truth I’ll lead
I’ll pull out the weeds
To give you counsel so priceless
All because of me you’ll be fearless
See how you glow in the dark
I’ll make you leave a mark
They might envy
They are all folly-savvy
Don’t let them break your spirit
Don’t let them make you retreat
Move closer and let me teach you a thing or two
I’m not too farput on your shoes
I’ll bring you great wealth
I’ll teach you how to live in good health
I’ll make you lead great nations
And give you the antidote to all situations

Take a step closer
Let me introduce myself to you

“My name is Wisdom
Heed to my instructions
And I’ll protect you”



By Sylvia Chika
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